Down at the PubZevora pushed open the door and sighed. Not a big sigh - a small sigh, for a small person confronted with a recurring problem.Down at the Pub
"Is it too much to ask for some normal-sized furniture?" she muttered as she awkwardly hoisted herself onto a stool at the bar.
This wasn't exactly a new problem. At home, it wouldn't even have been an issue - after all, when halflings make up most of the population, things tend to be built to the right size. But as Zevora had journeyed, her own people had gotten rarer and rarer. Now, in this dreary pub halfway around the world, she felt fairly conf
Senior Pick
*ninja*
Artistic
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